Innocence

🔮Conjecture

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I put my elbow on the armrest of my wheelchair. My parents wouldn't let me walk because they thought I was unstable. The nurse pushed me to the reception desk where they stood. My parents forced the doctors to keep me in here for an extra day, but today was my final check out day. Both days all I thought about Jessica. I needed to talk to her, but my phone was at home.

That was the only reason I wanted to go back there. It was important for her to understand me. I didn't have much of a choice back then.  If Jess ain't get that abortion I'd have two babies with no money.  Sure, all I needed to do was get a 9 to 5 job, but then my ass would be a high school dropout. I needed to go to college not only for the parties, but for my career. Tiffany smiled at me and patted my head, making me wince. I didn't want her affection; I hated them both. They ruined me.

The receptionist passed her a white paper bag with a red note stuck to it, "This is Mr.Brown's medication to help with any migraines." Tiffany rolled her eyes and Todd snatched the bag.

The nurse let go of my wheelchair and stepped back, "He's all yours." She forced her enthusiasm.

Tiffany mugged her, "Todd, wipe down the seat, who knows where this nasty women's hands have been." He didn't hesitate to do as told.

Finally, we left the hospital and entered the car garage, where our luxury ride waited. Our chauffer, Anthony rushed out the car to help me up, "Good morning Mr. and Mrs. Brown." He took his hat off and bowed.

He tried lifting me by my shoulder and elbow, but I held my hand up, "I got it, you ain't gotta help me." My legs wobbled as I stood up and limped inside the car. My parents waited until he offered to help them enter, and soon enough we began rolling.

Todd shook his head, "First you impregnate that hood rat and now you wake up in a hospital."

"She ain't no hood rat, don't talk about her like that." I bucked.

Tiffany took her lipstick out of her clutch, "O, quite now, little boy! She was a gold digger too. She only wanted your money. It would not have shocked me if the baby wasn't yours." She rolled her eyes.

Anybody they considered lower class was a gold digger, bum, or a hood rat to them. The only people exempt from these labels were Hakeem and Tina because of their parents. Tina's parents were rich with many businesses just like mine, the only difference was that they were younger. But Tiffany and Todd ain't know that Tina was flat broke. Once she told her parents about her pregnancy, they kicked her out and drained her bank account. They said she was a disgrace to their family.

I rubbed my face, "That baby was mine cause I don't shoot blanks."

Tiffany pulled the top off her lipstick, "Blanks?" She squinted.

"This shows why we didn't want you going to that school around those poor kids. Their broken English has rubbed off on you." He stretched his legs and crossed them. "They're jealous and ignorant mutts."

My mom put her hand on his leg, "Oh now stop that nonsense Todd." She reapplied her red lipstick. "Not all of them are, Hakeem and Tina are not like them."

I put my head back and pressed the voice button, "Yo, Ant, how long before we get home?" I let the button go.

"There are about twenty minutes exactly Mr.Brown."

"Fuck!" I groaned

Tiffany fixed her pencil skirt, "Christopher! Don't use those words, it's quite, impolite." She crossed her legs.